Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know better than any of us

and all her promises lie, even now,

Witches pull the strings.

Their God is dead or lost in senile slumber,

Mary is gone, but John Alden still lives.

Imagine what she'd say if she saw us two...

Take her out to the woods and kill her.

and you stood by and saw her slaughtered.

♪ Died on Saturday ♪

(BUZZING INTENSIFIES)

I am your Anne, always!

PETRUS: Stop trying to see.

Nostoah nanaeel olani noasmi...

and... found men for me.

(BONES CRACKING)

of blessed memory.

and you'll feel her as I do.

and boys will protect you from the French and the Indians,

has been decimated by the plague.

Bet she's halfway to London by now.

Witchcraft is wish craft,

Use it to go as far from Salem as you're able.

rotting in her sarcophagus.

and I'll clear your name.

rather, find yourself.

how dangerous it is to breech the wall of silence.

Your fathers named this Salem

but Mary Sibley chose to become a witch.

as war has heated up out of nowhere these past few weeks.

come now, make her death a lie.

Makes me feel closer to her.

We have so long been orphans of the great gone gods,

- (STRAINED) - Like you're killing me?

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

It's like I gave a puppy a bone.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

- MARY: John. - (BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAN: The enemy are at our borders, murdering.

If I cannot be a free man,